#six-stars-brainrot

[thecedarchronicle]

practicing drawing horses again w/ best girl

[cavernfullofexistentialdread]

Headcannons Incoming

Catalina: Team dad, done with this world and Anne everyone in it. Is either the most sarcastic person ever or a mom friend with no in between

Anne: Resident gremlin/conman, here for the experience, not the consequences. However is actually really smart and not to be messed with

Jane: Team Mom, the sweetest and most positive person you'll ever meet, don't piss her off tho as she is quick to violence if needed and/or desired

Anna: The chill friend. Is willing to stir up chaos with Anne and Kat but if both Lina and Jane are unavailable/off the rails she'll do it herself (SHE KNOWS EVERYTHING)

Kat: Team Toddler, yes she is baby, yes she will be crazy, yes she will cause problems. Don't give sugar. That is a death wish. Also constantly either crying of extreme joy, big sad, or a mix of the two

Cathy: Resident Nerd, will correct you and your grammar. Is extremely tired but will take time to be sarcastic. Also nocturnal and kinda clingy ngl

[miraicosmic]

✨Ichika✨

When Erika has ideas, you'd better believe she uses the others as models.

[cheemken]

Aaaa sorry v v v late reply! I've been doing okay! A lot of ups and downs and stuff. Also reverse 1999? I've been in gacha hell since I got back with Honkai Star Rail. How's 1999? I've been meaning to try it out myself!

It's fine my guy don't worry! I do hope you're vibing well and such hahah

And mood omf yeah my bestie actually did try to get to play Honkai but like, it takes up too much space it actually gave me a notice that it's unplayable in my tab lmfao

Reverse is dope tho!! You should try it!! It's turn based too!

The story and charac designs are so dope plus the voice acting ough I could ramble on abt the voice acting pls like they forgot they have a budget w the voice acting, the animations, everything cbxnxb

But yeah it's really fun! Plus I've seen some reviews how it's like, generous for a gacha game, and hey I'm ftp and so far it's been dope! Got three six star characs in one go! Plus some other six stars at one point, but still the game refuses to give me Regulus😭

Anyways yeah you should try it it's really dope hahaha

[libraryofgage]

Steddie brainrot continues to worsen to a concerning degree but here's a crack idea that is absolutely sending me:

Famous Spicy Six in which Jonathon is a director who decides to work on a passion project: a Scooby-Doo movie. His ideal cast is as follows:

Nancy Wheeler (investigative journalist with a few special appearances on crime dramas) as Daphne Blake

Argyle (an actor with a habit of playing small parts; he acts only because he thinks it's fun, so he's not concerned with significant roles) as Shaggy Rogers

Robin Buckley (a well-known voice actor who is more well-known for her social media posts and clap-backs) as Velma Dinkley

Steve Harrington (basketball star who is also more well-known for his social media clap-backs and for being Corroded Coffin's number one fan) as Fred Jones

Eddie Munson (frontman for Corroded Coffin, an insanely popular metal/punk/rock band and "infamous" for unashamedly posting Steve Harrington thirst tweets) as the voice of Scooby-Doo

Corroded Coffin is also creating an entirely new, original soundtrack for the movie

And because I think it's funnier this way, this is also an AU where the Upside Down still happened, so Jonathon just calls his friends up and is like "Okay, so hear me out"

The absolute insanity that breaks out when both the movie and cast are announced because nobody can figure out how Jonathon managed to convince all these powerhouses to join his movie.

The further screaming online after one of the movie promo interviews where a reporter asks how they all agreed to the movie and Nancy hits them with, "Well, Jonathon asked, and he never asks for anything."

Which leads to the discovery that they all knew each other in high school, and the reporter jokingly asks if that means they've all dated each other, too, which leads to Eddie jumping in with absolute delight like, "Well, that's a funny story, there. See, Stevie here dated Nancy, who then dated Jonathon when they broke up, who then dated Argyle after they broke up. And I thought Stevie and Robin were dating, so I was very confused when I saw Robin and Nancy kissing. But then I found out that Robin was a true-blue lesbian, which meant Stevie here was open for the taking, and we've been banging ever since."

and Steve is just sitting there, head in his hands while Robin cackles and decides to tell the reporter all about Steve's "fuck I have a crush on Eddie" crisis

This interview, of course, leads to even more freaking out online and comments like "I know I asked for poly Scooby gang, but this is ridiculous," and "I can't believe that in this, the year of our lord 20xx, ScoobyXFreddy became a canon ship," and "if I had a nickel for every romantic relationship the Scooby gang actors have had with each other, I'd have five nickels, which is way more than any of us fucking expected to have," and "suddenly Eddie Munson's thirst tweets make a lot more sense, but can we talk about Steve Harrington's CC tweets now," and "everyone say thank you to Eddie Munson for revealing that mess of a relationship map," and "finally, the canon lesbian velma and daphne we deserve"

The movie is a box office hit, btw, and bloopers from filming roll with the credits, among which is Eddie Munson making Steve Harrington lose his shit laughing on set while dressed in a Scooby Doo onesie and singing Corroded Coffin songs with his Scooby Voice

[okkotsuus]

CHASING MEMORIES (satoru g. + suguru g.) !

features: satoru gojo ... suguru geto

contents: tw. spoilers. death. major character death. reader death. grief. loss. blood. descriptions of wounds. crying. unrequited love. killing. toxic relationship (technically). 1.5k words.

tagging: @saeonara

notes: this is lowk doodoo poopy but idc i wrote it at 1am as a cry for help, someone save me from stsg angst brainrot.

loving suguru geto is the kind of experience that is ingrained into every fiber of your being. it works its way into every waking thought. it contaminates every last drop of cursed energy in your body. loving suguru geto is an all consuming thing: more potent than any disease to every afflict a human.

the way his eyes shine when they finally reach you. the way his voice sings your name like the sound of the morning birds. the sound of his laughter that choruses like windchimes. these things never leave you. no matter how hard you may try.

this is a truth to this world that satoru gojo would learn far too late.

many things had caught satoru gojo unaware during his youth: toji fushiguro’s strength, riko amanai’s death, and suguru’s defection. but once he reached twenty-seven, he had thought that he had it all figured out.

he was the strongest sorcerer, untouchable. he had a class full of students that would be able to lead the world one day. but most importantly, he had you.

you who lights up his world like the damn sun. you who is the single person he turns off his infinity for. you who he is able to allow his muscles to untense around. to satoru gojo, you were the world and every good thing in it; everything he ever needed and ever will need.

but, to you, satoru gojo was a stand-in. he would not realize this until that fateful day: the day he was caught unassuming once again.

satoru gojo looks upon high school with a fond sense of nostalgia, missing what was once. the only thing he doesn’t miss was your disregard to him. the you who would flutter around suguru like he was the earth to your moon. the you who looked at him with that sense of utter adoration in your e/c eyes. the you who loved his best friend and didn’t even think of him as a friend.

it was satoru gojo’s idea to not call you to help he and suguru with protecting the star plasma vessel, despite your cursed technique being the one thing that could have insured her life. oyt of jealousy, he wanted to part you and suguru for but three days. he would regret that decision for the rest of his mortal life.

when riko amanai died, a sense of guilt flooded him: knowing she died because of his selfishness. but suguru felt the same for himself: despite it being everything but his fault. satoru didn’t see it until it was far too late. but you did.

you saw the tire in suguru’s eyes as the light in him died. you saw him begin to wither away, not lifting a fork to raise sustenance to his mouth unless you practically begged him to. you saw the way his hair and skin grew dull, lips cracking and oozing saccharine lifeblood. it was only you that was able to see him spiral from the very beginning.

then, that night when suguru left for that mission in the countryside: deep down, you knew he would not return. because you knew suguru geto in the way that newborn babies know how to breathe. in the way that the plants know the sun’s sweet, amber glow. in the way that the river rocks knew the gentle lap of crystal-blue rapids. you knew suguru geto in the way that nobody would ever know anything.

and that’s what made it hurt.

for a long while, you found yourself unable to do anything after he left. you would find yourself switching between crying in shoko and satoru’s arms, even masamichi on rare occasions. to you, suguru was the world. you thought of suguru how satoru thought of you.

what you didn’t know, was that suguru had tried to come back for you. on a night where you weeped against satoru’s blazer for the nth hour, suguru geto was at the window. but satoru knew, his six eyes picked him up almost instantly. again, he chose to be selfish, clutching you tighter where suguru could see. satoru doesn’t recognize the person he was during this exact moment: breaking his own best friend’s heart and preventing his one love from seeing him.

a part of you left with suguru, what remained of you was cherished by satoru like a flower. slowly, over years, you allowed your heart to open, to love satoru gojo. but never once did you love him like you loved suguru geto. somewhere in himself, he knew, but he stamped that feeling so far down that it wouldn’t see the light of day. until, today.

today when your e/c eyes meet suguru geto’s once again. but this time, it would truly be the last time. he was a mess, disheveled and bleeding out in a way you knew would be unable to be healed: even by the one and only ieri shoko.

you crashed to your knees at his side, feeling your kneecaps shake for the briefest moment under your skin from the force. fat tears rolled down your cheeks, crying like you had never cried before. satoru knew he shouldn’t interfere, but he, selfishly, stands just within ear and eyeshot.

words pour from your lips like a tsunami, confessions of everything you had felt these last ten years. desperately you press your hands against his wounds, deluding yourself that the pressure will stop the life from quite literally spilling out of him. your hands are warm and sticky with his blood, iron filling every breath you take in. suguru reeks of death before he even dies.

suguru just smiles, eyes creased as his lips pull. that does nothing to ease you, if anything it sends you more frantically pressing your body to his, begging him to hold on, to let you call shoko. his hands are the same, slightly calloused and oh-so warm, as they cup your cheeks.

“my love, there is no saving me.” his words shake you, not in the way of being told something you didn’t know; but rather, in the way of being told something you had been desperately trying to deny. you weep, silently, allowing the only man you have only truly loved to find the last bit of strength in himself to push you off of him.

satoru begins to realize the truth at that point. he helps you onto your shaky legs, leading your outside the alley and propping you against the brick wall. only then he returns to his best friend’s side to finish the job.

words cannot describe what satoru feels, every memory of his childhood swarming him. the world cruelly forces him to be the one to end suguru’s life, lest he become a cursed spirit. they exchange their final words, suguru uttering well wishes for you and him: something satoru finds almost ironic now. then, he’s dead, but satoru cannot bring himself to destroy his body: nor can he ask you or shoko to.

satoru leaves that alleyway to hold you against him: needing to find out if what he had known all along was true. but all he finds is you crumpled against the ground: not a single injury on you. 

it is at this moment he remembers the part of you he overlooked. your cursed technique was called: life link, it allowed you to link two souls together through your cursed energy. slowly, the realization set in, in the years he had known you: he had never sensed your cursed energy to be at full.

he sees it all now: everything the six eyes had told him, everything he denied. the way you would look at him when he goofed off, as if you were looking right through him. the way you would always want to make sure he had eaten, that he slept. the way you never once spoke of suguru to him. it was all because you never got over suguru geto.

it was in that moment that satoru gojo realized that you never loved him. you loved the memory of a man that satoru reminded you of. he realized that you never looked at him: but rather the image of suguru geto that he embodied.

he doesn’t cry, he has known it the entire time, but it still aches in his chest as he stares down at your lifeless body. he remembers seeing the line of cursed energy that connected you to suguru geto all those years ago, but he denied it so vehemently that the six eyes stopped registering it. 

it was on this day: december 24th, 2017, that satoru gojo killed both his best friend and his lover.

okkotsuus 23

[eggroll-sama]

Heyyyoooo

Just a thought, how long do you think mc was asleep/unconscious in kuras' clinic?

They couldn't have been out in the fogfall for too long since they didn't die of blood loss (or maybe they just can't 👀)

I just found your acc and I can't wait to binge read your masterlist :)

-egg anon

Hi egg anon! AHHH, thanks for your ask, it’s my first ask I’ve ever gotten for Touchstarved ToT. I hope more people would slide into my DMs, I really don’t mind since I’m in a massive TS brainrot at the current moment. Now then, let's get right into it. Btw I don't have any credentials to show for the research, all from Google baby.

Warning: Mentions of blood, graphic violence

I’m going to say that MC was roughly out of commission for 10-12 hours.

When MC gets their first look at the city of Eridia, it's dusk, stars in the sky, the moon rising from the east, and the horizon a reddish glow. It can't be sunrise because scientifically colder temperatures make the sky less red and orangey during sunrises. There isn't any verbal indication what time it is, but we can predict it was 6-8PM when the caravan was attacked by the Soulless. Eridia seems to have a maritime climates: cloudy weather, frequent rainfall/precipitation, and mild temperatures, like IRL Ireland, Scandinavia, Belgium, and the 6-8 PM time frame is usually when the sunsets for those regions. Let’s choose 8 PM.

Now as for how long MC was in this position is interesting. When Kuras found us, we were barely clinging to life, face-down in "murky, shallow water." MC is really lucky that they survived because an infection in the wilderness greatly increases your mortality rates. We can at least thank the Soulless' sharp claws for slicing the arm clean off since if it was an angled, ragged cut would increase blood loss. I have heard of survival stories of people angling their arms towards the sky to decrease blood loss, but no, MC's body was half-submerged in water. If MC is really a half-Monster like some theories suggest, than there's a possibility they are more resilient, lasting one to two more hours, compared to the avg humans that can die in less than five minutes. That could be why Kuras is so fascinated with you too, not just for the cursed arms, but there was almost no way you could've survived with all the odds against you. I also don't think we stayed out there longer than one to two hours because an amputated arm is only good for four to six hours before you can reattach them. And considering Kuras' eldritch instincts, I can't see being out there for longer than two hours max.

So let's say Kuras finds MC around 9-10 PM at the wastes. He takes them to the clinic and reattaches the arm using his magic. We are then asleep overnight, approximately 10 hours, naked with only a cold linen sheet on a cot, before we wake up. Tbh I don't know which is worse: if Kuras left us there while we were asleep or just did paperwork while we were lying practically naked right next to him till we woke up the next morning. Good thing Kuras isn't a pervert (?)

(A/N: also not even a blanket??? Unless he was keeping the room toasty with his powers, thanks I guess, Mr Sunny D)

Why I think we were down for around 10 hours is for a few reasons.

Most obvious one: When we went inside the Wet Wick, MC mentions they were surprised at the amount of people when it wasn't even mid-day (12 PM). So maybe it's around 10 AM, maybe even earlier than that.

The impatient knock from the front door is an indicator that Kuras was taking longer than he usually did, but not too long for people to start yelling. Maybe his clinic has an official starting time, and so citizens wake up early to wait in line outside till it officially starts. But with MC taking up the only cot in the clinic and sleeping there for the entire night, he had to start a little later, hence people getting annoyed cuz they woke up super early to wait in line, but Kuras hasn't let people in yet.

MC got super hungry at the vendors, which makes sense since they haven't eaten for so long.

So yeah, this is all I've got for MC's timeline from when the Soulless attacked and when they woke up. I have read other theories saying it was Ais' who found us and brought us to Kuras' clinic which is an interesting take, but for the sake with what we are given for now Kuras was the one that saved you.

[kaiser-author-san-iii]

So I've had a brainrot about your Star Light story and my favourite little asshole in Genshin. Picture Nugget getting oddly fond of Scaramouche, from a distance. He's quiet and huffy and not the nicest to Auntie, but he's actually pretty nice to Nugget because he has a slight soft spot for children.

Then he erases himself from history.

Dottore gets back, and Nugget asks him where Mr Scary Moosh is. Dottore is confused. Everyone is confused. They can't tell what title he's trying to say. Auntie tries to remind them. "Scaramouche. The Balladeer. Number Six?"

"The sixth rank has been vacant for centuries."

Nugget starts to tear up. Starts looking for his drawings of Scaramouche, because he draws all of the Harbour Gingers. When he can't find them, he draws new ones, and only Auntie recognises them.

"No, no, no! You can't forget him! He'll be so sad! He doesn't want to be left alone again! You guys can't betray him like that too!" Nugget is inconsolable for weeks. In his mind, when he wheedled a few details out of Scaramouche, being betrayed was the same as being left alone. If everyone forgets him, then he'll be hurt again. The idea is so scary to Nugget, and it hurts him too!

Until some of the Fatui remaining in Sumeru make an interesting report. There's a competition at the Akademiya. One of the competitors has a rather unique name, and outfit.

Immediately, there's a new mission directive. The highest priority mission in Sumeru. Capture Hat Guy and bring him in, unharmed, at all costs. It takes a lot. He gets away a few times and goes into hiding, and he does alright until a few of the Harbingers themselves get involved.

The Wanderer is brought all the way back to the Zalpolyarny Palace. Nobody is giving him a satisfactory answer about why, how they know him, what they want. "Someone at the Palace wants to see you." They can't very well tell him who, of course, in case any of his escape attempts are successful.

The Wanderer is brought into the throne room, held tightly by each wrist, but certainly unharmed. He refuses to look at the throne, certain that they would never play their hand and let any other nations know who resides in the palace-

"Mr Scary Moosh!"

Of course he has to look up at that. Tiny feet come running at him, the little boy launching himself at the Wanderer and grabbing onto his legs. Seeing the surprise in his face, the Tsaritsa gestures for the guards to let go of him.

"Mr Scary Moosh, you're back! You're okay - I, I didn't forget you! I didn't leave you alone like everyone else did! I promise, I promise!"

The Wanderer gazes at the child for a moment, his eyes wide as the child hugs him tight. The Heir to Teyvat. The Highest Prince. Kin of the Creator.

"I didn't betray you, Mr Scary Moosh! I told everyone, they had to find you, had to remember! You're still my friend, just like all the Harbour Gingers, and I'm not gonna let you be left alone again!"

For a brief moment longer, the puppet is silent and still. Then he places a hand on the child's head. He lowers himself to the boy's height, allowing himself to be climbed on, and places a hand on the back of his head.

"... Thank you, Your Highness."

YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO~!!!

This a story in itself. I love it!!! Nugget is not going to let go of him any time soon and I think it would be a good time to go to Sumeru. Lol

Of course the Harbingers think it's a bad idea but come on, Nugget is giving them the puppy dog eye look. They say yes immediately and Auntie goes along because she knows her nephew.

Also given the fact that the Harbingers and the Fatui are gonna be hush hush about their creator being with them because they don't want nobody outside Snezhnaya knowing they're with them.

I think it's funny to me Nugget calls him Scary Moosh. In my mind, the Harbingers had to hold back their laughs with that.

[jonquilandlace]

Well I can't stop thinking about if Apple's Spirited was actually done on Broadway with Broadway actors so have a fancast

Disclaimer: This is literally just actors I like and know are currently active. There is very little thought put into this beside "ooo I love this voice and think it would fit the role p well." Feel free to dispute and brainstorm further in the reblogs/tags, but like there is genuinely 4% thought put into this, lmao.

Present (Will Farrell) - Jonathan Groff

The heart and soul of the show. Requires strong acting, strong vocals, and a stunning sense of humor. Honestly maybe this is just me being a simp but like I fully think he would have a gotdamn blast dressed up in Scrooge makeup for the 1800s scene and no one can convince me otherwise.

Clint Briggs (Ryan Reynolds) - Jeremy Jordan

This is it, the entire reason I made this fan cast. Just. Imagine Jeremy Jordan singing Bringin' Back Christmas. The same energy as Ready As I'll Ever Be, and also as The World Will Know from Newsies??? Like, that's barely anything, and he's perfect.

Kimberly (Octavia Spencer) - Khaila Anyé Wilcoxon

Yeah okay I did sadly feel like I needed to slightly de-age Kimberly to match the younger form of Present; my original casting was NaTasha Yvette Williams and she would still slay this so hard, but like. Consistency, ya know? And besides, Khaila is STUNNING, fr; her performance as Catherine of Aragon is a testament to her skills alone, but if you want proof of her ability to sing gently as well as to Belt Like All Hell as she does in Six, then I will just direct you kindly to her role as one of the Fates in Hadestown; girl SLAYS! (Alternate pick: Renée Elise Goldsberry, because I can just HEAR her sing these songs.)

Jacob Marley (Patrick Page) - Patrick Page

I mean. Come on. Even if he hadn't played this role already, he originated Hades in Hadestown. No one can top this guy.

Past (Sunita Mani) - Solea Pfeiffer

Hadestown haunts the cast again, but like, come on. She's so good, no one can tell me no.

Yet-to-Come (Tracy Morgan) - Michael James Scott

IDK something about his energy as Genie just translates really well to this role to me. (Alternatively, the Beetlejuice energy of Alex Brightman would give a REALLY fun twist to it, especially if the director decided to lean into YTC as a comic relief character, but the energy is just off enough I wanna stick to the source material for now.)

Wren (Marlow Barkley) - Isabella Esler

Okay to be completely honest am I pretty much just pulling a random Lydia Deets out of a hat since they're like the only consistent kid actresses I can find? Maybe, lmao. That said, having heard her sing, she's GOOD fam! I think she could pull Wren really well!

Owen (Joe Tippett) - Justin Collette

Okay, so once again, he happens to be a Beetlejuice star, but the vibe check here really comes from his role in School of Rock! It's the same sort of offbeat-person-with-a-heart-of-gold vibe as Owen has in the movie, and like with him also playing the Beetlejuice to Isabella's Lydia, I think they'd do great as dad and daughter on stage. Alternatively, Will Burton (who played Adam in the same cast) would also be a great pick, but gives off some more panicky vibes that I don't feel are as great of a match to Owen.

Carrie (Andrea Anders) - Michaela Diamond

If you've seen her video on her favorite song from NYT, you Know the vibes.

Anyway that's my brainrot for the year thank you and enjoy—

[nicholasluvbot]

✦ stars - nakakita yuma !

pairing : bf!yuma x gn!reader

genre : fluff, established relationship

wc : 0.6k+

author's note : I was going through the worst yuma brainrot when I wrote this. not proofread, so there may be mistakes. also it's my first time writing something like this so please bear with me.

taglist ( send an ask to be added ) : @malarign

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you threw your phone aside as you plopped face-down on your bed. you sighed as soon as your body hit the mattress. on any normal day, you would fall asleep right away after a hectic day like this, but you had plans with your boyfriend, yuma. you wanted to refuse, but you couldn't because you knew that he would find a way to cheer you up. he always did.

you got out of bed, grabbed your keys and walked out of your house. the night air felt cold against your skin and you hugged your coat closer to yourself, but it was of no help. just when you were about to reach yuma's place, your phone started ringing.

"yn where are you? I'm already here", you heard yuma's voice through your phone speaker.

"damn, have some patience yuma. i'm almost there"

"hurry up, i'm waiting". you hung up and opened the camera app on your phone to fix your hair.

"yn!", yuma exclaimed after seeing you," what took you so long?"

"why do you even want to play basketball in this weather?" you asked.

"It's fun", yuma smiled at you and took your hand, "let's go."

yuma and you played for a while on the basketball court that was near his house, you missed every single shot, causing yuma to laugh at you. that was the best part, hearing his laugh. it was so therapeutic. no matter how exhausted you were, his laugh never failed to make you smile. 

"you're so bad at this", he laughed after you missed another shot.

"no, i'm not. I just feel very tired right now", you protested.

"stop making excuses and admit that you suck", he said as he passed you the ball.

you aimed for another shot and missed yet again. 

at this point, all the energy from your body was drained, and you dropped to the ground, "gosh I can't do this anymore".

yuma dropped beside you and lay on the ground, "the stars are pretty tonight", he said as he sighed.

"why are you lying on the ground, it's not even clean?"

yuma ignored your complaints and pulled you down beside him.

"look at the sky. it's beautiful, isn't it?", he said.

"yeah, it is"

after laying beside yuma in comfortable silence, you already felt most of your exhaustion leaving your body. he suddenly lifted one of his hands in the air and started counting the stars.

"one…two…three…four…", he then pointed at you, "and five. all of the stars look so pretty tonight."

you smiled, "there are six actually."

you pointed at each of the stars in the sky, yourself and then at yuma.

"you're right, they all look so pretty tonight", you admitted.

yuma blushed on hearing that and moved closer to you. he held your hand and asked, "you had a bad day?"

"yeah. school is beating my ass and I have three pending essays and I'm having trouble with them even though it's my best subject."

you sighed, "but I feel better now that I'm with you."

he placed a soft kiss on your temple, "I thought you hated basketball."

"yeah, I do. but it's fun when I'm playing with you."

"aww, you love me?", he said with a cheeky grin.

"yes", you replied with a smile on your face.

"I love you more", he said as he traced your features with his fingers. your eyes fluttered close when his fingers touched your face. he kissed the corner of your mouth and held you close. 

"it's cold, isn't it?", he said after a while.

"it was your idea to come outside", you stated.

"come on I'll walk you home", he said.

"okay", you replied, but you didn't move, and neither did he. you two just lay on the ground in each other's embrace, admiring the stars.

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[cavernfullofexistentialdread]

The thought of Tudors, historical, and SIX Cathy Parr (Or any of the queens for that matter) meeting has plagued my brain and I'm not complaining

"Your blond?" SIX!Cathy notices, taking note that she shares a similar skin tone as her in her past life.

"Well why are you dressed like that?" Tudors!Cathy questions in response

"How and why do both of you look so... different?" Historical!Cathy just stares at the 2, not sure what to make of herself in this light.

"And yet your telling me we are all the same person, are we?" Tudors!Cathy adds; she looks between her other 2 selves

"It... well yeah it seems so" SIX!Cathy simply says. I mean she's staring at herself in her past life. The blonde might as well also be her at this point

"You all talk so strange." Historical!Cathy quips up, this strange saga of the conversation coming to an end as they move on to what ever next they decide to do

[karatekels]

I know a request of mine is still on the way but I thought hEY why not already give you the next one? I’m so sorry, the terry brainrot is doing this 😫

could we have more kk3 terry please? honestly when it comes to my requests, you can always make reader the innocent type. so maybe she randomly comes across the dojo and sees daniel train with terry. she‘s fascinated by terry’s skills and strength (and grows a crush on him) but doesn’t have the courage to go in. she‘d just pass by almost every day there to see if she can watch him train again. what she doesn’t realize tho is that terry‘s been aware of her presence since day 1 and is just waiting for the perfect opportunity to lure her in and of course also show her his true colors at some point

I’m super excited to write this one! I hope it doesn’t come across as too OOC for Terry, but I still think his actions fit with his character. Enjoy!

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They had moved your bus stop two blocks over, and an extra ten minutes away, a minor inconvenience that added up quickly into a more irritating problem when you used it to get to work six days a week.

Grumbling to yourself, you head up the more unfamiliar street, wanting to get to the bus stop a few minutes early just in case you had any trouble finding it. It was strange how you could live in one place for so long, but get so accustomed to your daily routes that anything beyond that felt new and interesting to you. There was a pottery and ceramics shop, what looked to be a bonsai shop opening soon, and…a place selling snakes? Strange, but then, this was L.A., and what else could a place called Cobra Kai possibly be selling?

Slowing your pace a bit – you had the time – you look in through one of the glass windows, wondering at what the store could be selling. To your surprise, there are no reptiles, no cages, just a largely empty room with training mats and mirrors. Taking a closer look at the sign on the door, you see that Cobra Kai is actually a karate dojo.

Sure enough, you see two people walk into the main training area of the dojo: a boy, probably close to finishing high school, in a white gi and nearly bouncing with enthusiasm, and a man that looked to be in his early thirties, in a half-open black gi, watching the boy with a stoic expression.

The man was probably the most handsome man you’d ever seen – he was definitely the most attractive you’d see outside of TV or the movies, and he looked like an action star himself. Tall, incredibly built, with long dark hair and bright blue eyes, you didn’t think that people could be this attractive…

A car horn sounds suddenly in the street behind you, causing you to jump. You turn away from the window, not wanting it to be obvious that you were watching, and check your watch. You had to leave now or you would miss your bus! Reluctantly, you walk down the street, though you sincerely doubt you’ll be able to focus on work today…

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Hours later, and you’re on the bus ride home, tired and looking forward to getting home. Your boss hadn’t shared your plans of not focusing on work, and you’d been pushed to the limit with a last-minute double-shift. You hop off the bus at the new stop just as dusk is starting to fall. Bracing yourself for your now-slightly-longer walk home, you look down the street, and see that the lights at the Cobra Kai dojo are still on across the street.

…A glimpse of the man you’d seen earlier would be just the thing to brighten your day. And it’s not like you’d be hurting anyone; they’d never even notice. He may not even be there, you reason to yourself as you cross the street, trying not to move too excitedly.

You slow your pace as you approach the dojo window, taking a quick look around you and noticing only a couple of people nearby. Good, you wouldn’t be noticed snooping by anyone out here, at least. Peeking into the dojo, you see the same two men as this morning – had they been at it this whole time?! Karate seemed like a ton of work.

The boy is looking exhausted, sweaty, his hair matted to his forehead, but the man looks as stunning as he had this morning; not even a hair out of place. You suppose that makes sense; he’s clearly the teacher here – sensei, you think it was called – so of course the student would be actually doing the most karate.

The man stalks around the boy, staring him down intensely as they have a conversation. Everything about him seemed so strong, but at the same time so controlled, like he was constantly on edge of unleashing all the power he was capable of. You couldn’t take your eyes off of him – he seemed so passionate when teaching the boy, and his student seemed responsive, wanting to please.

You could relate to him in that regard, you think to yourself as you all but drool at the sight of the man through the window. You wonder what his voice sounds like, you wonder about everything…

The two have moved over to a crude training dummy made of wood and pipes. The boy kicks the dummy’s “legs” a few times, but doesn’t make much progress, even appearing to hurt his foot at one point. The man seems to reassure him over a pep-talk, before moving over the dummy itself and demolishing it – legs, chest and head – in three quick strikes. Your jaw falls open – you’re pretty sure that the boy’s does as well, having never seen anything remotely like it in your life.

Realizing that you’ve been staring too long, you force yourself away from the dojo, heading home. You can’t say that you sleep well this night, but that your dreams are well worth the lack of rest.

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Over the next week, you find yourself looking through the dojo’s windows twice a day, everyday, trying to commit every glimpse of the handsome man to memory. You’re sure that this isn’t healthy behaviour, but you don’t know how you could go about introducing yourself at this point. “Hi, I’ve been watching you teach karate without you knowing for the past week and have fallen head over heels for you. Would you like to get a drink?” Yeah, right.

You’ve even tried to do things to get his attention, despite knowing that it’s a futile effort – he was always so focused when teaching or practicing himself. You had started dressing in the nicest clothes you could get away with wearing to work without drawing attention, and had gone to the library on your day off to pick up some books about karate, wanting to secretly share this interest with him.

Clutching the book to your chest, you start to walk back home, looking forward to walking past the dojo as always. Looking into the window, pretending that you’re checking your reflection so that no passersby get suspicious, you gaze into the dojo, only to find that it’s empty, leaving you with an overwhelming feeling of disappointment.

“You know, you’ll never really learn karate from a book.”

Spinning around at the sudden voice from behind you, you come face-to-face with the subject of your infatuation, looking down at you with a friendly smile.

You’ve forgotten how to breathe.

“I…um…what?” you stammer, feeling yourself already blushing deeply. He was somehow even more attractive up close. This was the first time you’d seen him wearing something other than his gi, and he looks a bit less imposing in jeans and a grey sweatshirt, his hair in the same ponytail as always.

“I noticed your book,” he repeats calmly, stepping beside you to unlock the door to the dojo. “You can’t learn something like karate from a book; you need hands-on experience.”

“Oh, umm, I’m sure you’re right. This is just a newer interest that I’ve recently developed, so I wasn’t sure where to start…” you ramble, trying to not make a fool of yourself.

“Come inside, and I’ll teach you the basics!” he invites, giving you a smile that has you momentarily dazed. Eventually your mind registers what he’s said, and you rush to excuse yourself from accepting his request.

“Oh, I couldn’t! I’m sure you’ll be teaching today –”

“Nope, only one student at the moment, and he’s taken the day off.”

“Well, then I guess you’ll be practicing yourself, right?” You had watched him, one day last week, practicing punches and kicks, seeming to dance across the training mats in a blur of masculine grace. You’d love to see that again…

“There’s still plenty of time in the day for me to train, but no time like the present to train you!” he insists, his lips quirked as he holds the door open for you. “I won’t take no for an answer! C’mon, first lesson is free!” he jokes, and you can’t help but crack a shy smile – he was something of a drug to you.

You hesitate, and he takes the opportunity to snatch the book from your grip and slips into the dojo, giving you a mischievous look before the door closes.

“Hey!” you cry out, your heart thudding like mad. He’d come so close to touching you, and you steel yourself to go after… your book, you try to convince yourself. Certainly not the man who had taken it. Right.

Taking a deep breath, you open the door to the dojo and step inside, trying not to be too nervous. The man seems to have vanished, and you crane your neck as you look around for him. He was a very big person, there were only so many places for him to hide.

“Hello?” you call out, trying your best to make your voice loud and clear. “Can I have my book back, please?”

“Not yeeeet!” he bursts out in a singsong voice, emerging out of a room in the back, having changed into his gi. So he had been naked in here while you had been in here… your blush deepens.

“C’mon… oh, I’m sorry, I don’t even know your name!”

“It’s Y/N,” you say, shyly extending a hand to him, telling yourself you just wanted to be polite.

“Y/N,” he repeats, and wow do you love the sound of him saying your name. “I’m Terry, Terry Silver,” he says, shaking your hand, and you try not to smile, feeling overwhelmingly giddy at the fact that he’s touching you. “I’ll be your sensei for the day,” he bows down towards you, winking.

“Unfortunately, sensei,” you say, giggling at your use of the title, “I seem to have forgotten my gi, so if I could just get my book back…”

“I have spare gis in the back; I’m sure one is your size. C’mon, I’ll show you!” He wraps a friendly arm around your shoulders without another word, guiding you through the dojo to a spare room full of karate equipment that you know nothing about, and a collection of gis. He grabs a top about your size, holding it out to you.

“Put this on just for now, on top of your clothes, and I’ll show you how to tie it properly.” You swallow thickly, nodding mutely as you put your arms through the sleeves. He tells you how to tie it, the right side first, then the left, securing the top to you with two knots, and emphasizes tying the belt, called an obi, so that it rests on your hip bones, showing you how to tie it by demonstrating with his own.

You spend most of the demonstration remembering to breathe, and trying not to tremble at his proximity, at the fact that he was helping you dress yourself, and then Terry leaves you alone in the room to change. The instant the door closes, you fall back on top of a stack of training mats, needing a moment to collect yourself.

You were alone in a private place with the man you’d been drooling over for days now. You dreamed about this moment, never thinking that you would actually be in this situation, but here you are, and now you needed to handle yourself like the grown woman you were.

He’s just going to teach me some simple karate moves, that’s all, you repeat to yourself in your head, like a mantra, as you get changed, your body on autopilot. Doing some (completely inaccurate) punches and kicks to make sure that your gi stays in place, you force yourself to walk out the door.

Entering the main training area once more, you take off your shoes and socks, having noticed that that seemed to be the rule from your observations over the past few days. Looking around, you see that Terry has done some brief tidying, moving training dummies into the corner and closing the blinds.

“You closed the blinds?” you ask, frowning at him curiously.

“I got the sense that you were a bit nervous, and thought that maybe it would make you feel less self-conscious. I can open them up again, if you’d prefer,” he offers, but you shake your head, oddly touched that he’d recognized your discomfort and done something to alleviate it.

“No, that’s fine, you were right,” you say, smiling, and he nods.

“Yeah, I figured you wouldn’t want some creep staring in at you!”

You freeze, panicking, thinking that he caught you in the act, but he mistakes your fear for something else, trying to calm you down quickly.

“Hey hey, I was just kidding!” he exclaims, giving you a reassuring smile, and you let out a breathless laugh, smiling thinly. Phew…

“Alright, let’s get started!” he says, clapping his hands together once loudly, and you brace yourself, hoping that this goes well.

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He puts you through the paces for a couple of hours, walking you through several kata and showing you how to correct your movements. You were a bit breathless and sweaty by the end, but you hadn’t actually had to hit anything, and he hadn’t touched you – for which you were both disappointed and extremely grateful – the entire time.

“Not bad, Y/N, not bad at all!” he says, smiling at you in a way that has you feeling funny all over. You smile back at him, feeling somehow more comfortable and more on edge around the man after this short time together. It’s like the more he drew you in with his presence, the harder you had to fight to keep away. “You think you’ll come back for another lesson?”

“Well, I think that would depend on your rates,” you tease, unsure where this part of you came from.

“Ah yes, there is the subject of payment for today…” he says, his voice taking on a different tone and his eyes shining at you with an odd light. You cock your head at him.

“What happened to “the first one’s free,” then?” you quote, confused. Sure, you made decent money at your job; you could pay him, but he had told you that this would be free, and was holding your library book hostage until you agreed to let him teach you!

Terry smiles at you, a dark, predatory grin that makes your heart pound.

“Unfortunately, Y/N, we both know that you used up your free lesson a week ago.”

Your mouth goes dry at the implication.

“W-what?” you stammer, trembling now as he comes to circle around you slowly, intensely, just like you’d seen him do with that boy the first time you’d seen them training.

“Do you think I didn’t see you, watching us through the window? You should be more careful, spying on people like that; people could start to get the wrong idea,” he croons in your ear, and you take in a sharp, stuttering breath.

“You’ve had over a week’s worth of free lessons,” he continues, toying with the end of your ponytail. Your eyes flutter closed. “How should we go about making sure you pay for them?”

There’s no way this was happening.

“I…Terry –”

“That’s Sensei to you,” he purrs, giving your ponytail a tug. You let out a quiet whimper.

“Sensei, I’m sorry, I can go get money and pay you right now, just let me go get change –”

“That’s the dojo’s gi; I guess you owe me for that, too,” he murmurs contemplatively, considering you. “In fact, take it off.”

You feel your heart stop, you feel like swooning.

Terry doesn’t appreciate your failure to obey him immediately.

“Take. It. Off.” he growls, closing the distance between you with every word, “Now.”

“What?!” You’re flabbergasted, you’re horrified, you’re turned on like you’ve never been before. You had to be dreaming right now, right?

He steps into your personal space, and you step back, this dance repeating until he’s got you pressed up against the wall right beside the window you’d first spotted him through, caging you in with his arms.

No, you weren’t dreaming, you think to yourself as you tilt your head up to look at him. You didn’t have nearly this good of an imagination.

“Don’t be coy,” he says, smirking down at you. “You’ve been ogling me for days now. I know you want me, you know you want me, and I want you. What’s stopping you?”

“You want me!?” you squeak, shocked. Did that mean he had been watching you too?

“Very, very much,” he purrs, taking in a deep breath and smelling your hair in a move that makes you shudder.

“But I – I’m not – I haven’t,” you try to get the words out. You weren’t a virgin, having had a couple of awkward, fumbling encounters with a boyfriend in the past years back that had left you unsatisfied and disinterested in sex, until now, until this… surely he would want someone who knew what they were doing!

“Fuck, you’re a virgin?” he asks softly, the expletive making something in your belly clench. He certainly doesn’t seem upset by the notion, you think, as one of his large hands comes down to grip your hip tightly.

“No, but it’s been years and it’s never been good,” you admit, and you think you hear him snort a laugh in response. “I don’t know what to do…”

“Good thing you’re with a great teacher then.”

In an instant, his lips are on yours, kissing you with a passion that has your head spinning, his hands moving to your belt to untie it, while you reach up to clutch his shoulders, desperately trying to keep up. This one kiss already has you more aroused than you’ve ever been with anyone else, and it’s like it has awakened something in you, something primal and erotic and wanting. Moaning into the kiss, you trail your hands down his broad chest to his own belt, trying to take it off.

Naturally, he is successful first, pulling the belt off and tossing it to the side, untying one knot of your top and then the other, leaving the garment hanging open on you and revealing your lacy bra. Yeah, you’d worn it as a sort of dirty secret for yourself, hoping you’d see him today, but you never thought he’d know about it…

He takes in your half-bared torso with a hungry expression, and you swear he licks his lips before reaching down to his own belt, swatting your hands away in a move that has you blushing as he undresses himself, tossing his own top to the ground and leaving his chest bare. Your mouth drops open, and you’re sure your eyes are as wide as saucers as you drink him in with your eyes. Ancient statues weren’t as well-sculpted as this man.

“Are you even real?” you find yourself whispering, and he quirks his lips in a smile, reaching a hand out towards you.

“Come find out for yourself, doll,” he says, tugging you forward the instant you put your hand in his and laying your hand in the middle of his chest.

There’s something so intimate about the contact, and you melt into him, finding yourself kissing his chest, his neck, anywhere you can reach as you run your hands all over his body. He leans down to capture your lips once more, and you’re feeling so hot, so good, that you’re not self-conscious at all when he pushes the gi top off of your shoulders; you’re just grateful.

His hands come around your waist, lifting you up easily, and you wrap your limbs around him tightly, holding on to him desperately. He gives you a growl of approval, pinning you back against the wall just with his hips. He busies himself with taking your hair out of its ponytail, laying hot, open-mouthed kisses up and down your neck as he does so, making you squirm against him.

Finish raking his fingers through your hair, Terry’s hands move down to your chest, teasing you over your bra, his lips staying at your neck all the while. On a wild instinct, to keep yourself from mewling out loud at the sensations he’s making you feel, you bite down on the muscle of his shoulder. He tenses briefly, but then, without missing a beat, returns the gesture, biting you in a way that sends jolts of pleasure to your nipples and clit, making you moan needily.

“You don’t seem like you need much instruction, Y/N,” he teases, whispering in your ear before tracing the outer shell with his tongue. “No, you’re very good at this…”

“Terry, please!” you beg, panting against him. How could you feel so close already when you were both still half-dressed?!

“What’s that, baby?” he asks innocently, lowering you back to the ground. You stay leaning against the wall, not trusting your knees at the moment. “What do you want?” He toys with the waistband of his pants as he says this, fingertips disappearing just beneath the fabric, and you whine with need.

“You, Terry! I want you, please!”

Part of you can hardly believe that you’re doing this, having sex with someone you’d just met, but then, this man wasn’t just any man, was he? He was sex personified in every sense of the word, and he wanted you. Who were you to deny either of you what you wanted?

“What do you want, Y/N?” he coos, his voice mocking in a way that’s hot as hell rather than being condescending. “I wanna hear you say it. Look me in the eye, and say it.”

You do your best to lock your eyes with his, knowing that you’re blushing horribly and must look a mess. “I want you inside me, please!”

He grins wolfishly down at you before tugging you into his arms and carrying you over to a stack of unused training mats, depositing you onto them. Standing beside you, your prone form isn’t quite level with his hips, but you have a clear view of the large bulge in the pants of his gi.

Terry looks down at you, blue eyes glittering as he takes in your flushed appearance, and in one quick motion, tears your pants down your legs, leaving you in just your bra and underwear. Despite your lack of clothing, this move has you feeling hot all over, making you squirm on the training mats before him.

“Soon baby,” he promises you in a sultry voice, still with that mocking edge. “We’ve got to work out way up to that,” he says, leaning over you and laving one of your breasts over your bra with his tongue. Desperately, you arch your back, reaching behind you to unhook your bra and tear it off your arms, your fingers immediately moving to his scalp to keep his head where it is.

He laughs around your breast at your antics, and you feel vibrations course throughout your body before he focuses his attention on your nipple, swirling his tongue around the bud and making you cry out his name. He teases you like this for some time, switching back and forth between your breasts, eventually reaching a hand between your legs and teasing your clit with a finger through your drenched panties, until you think he’s going to drive you over the edge. You’re a moaning, panting mess, banging your head on the mats and responding to his every touch, and Terry looks like he’s having the time of his life tormenting you.

“Terry, please, I can’t take it anymore! What do you want? I’ll do anything!” you wail, fully meaning it in this moment. He grins down at you, obviously pleased that you’ve essentially written him a blank cheque for sexual favours. You truly couldn’t care less at this point; you wanted this man, you needed this man, right here and right now, and you’d make a deal with the Devil at this point if it meant he would take you.

“Say you’ll come back here tomorrow!” he requests, and you’d be more taken aback at this if you weren’t currently completely losing your mind with pleasure and desire.

“Yes, I’ll come back tomorrow! I’ll come back whenever you want, just please!” you beg shamelessly, grinding your hips up against his hand, desperate for friction on your clit, for release, for whatever you can get out of this man. He hooks a finger under the fabric of your underwear, brushing against your soaking wet slit for just a moment before tugging them off you, leaving you naked.

Your breath is coming fast now, knowing that he’s finally going to give you what you need, but your breath stops altogether when he takes his cock out of his pants. God, he was big, and God, you need to have him inside you filled every fibre of your being.

He pumps his cock a few times in his fist, and you whimper at the sight, before he moves to stand between your legs, spreading them to either side of his body. He grips your hips in his large hands, seeming to take a moment to savour the sight you make before him, flushed, breathless, desperate for him.

Finally, after what feels like forever, he lines himself up with your entrance, teasing you with the head of his cock. Right before you open your mouth to scream in frustration, he obliges you, thrusting inside you slowly, gradually, not pumping his hips but surging forward until he is fully sheathed within you.

You are breathless, you’re so full, and it feels absolutely incredible, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as he bottoms out.

“Oh fuck, Y/N, you’re so tight,” he groans, his grip on your hips likely to leave bruises as he stills within you. You try to buck your hips to make him move within you, but you can’t; he’s too big inside you, and he’s got you pinned down.

“Please Terry, stretch me out. I can take it,” you moan wantonly, trying to convey to him with every part of you how badly you need him to move at this moment. His eyes pin you in place with their intensity for a moment as he surveys you.

“God damn, I love the way you talk dirty,” he growls, finally starting to pull out of you before thrusting fully inside you again, setting up a slow but deep pace that has your toes curling. “Keep going.”

“You feel so good inside me, please don’t stop!” You’re not even thinking, obscene thoughts flowing from your lips as you take his cock again and again, never wanting this to end. “Please Terry, fuck me faster!” you plead with him, and he looks down at you again with that teasing look, maintaining his current pace.

“Now now, be careful what you ask for, doll. Too much too fast will leave you sore,” he explains, but you get the sense he’s more in agreement with your desires than he’s letting on.

“I don’t care, I need it! Fuck, I need you, Terry! Please don’t hold back,” you beg, arching against him desperately. This seems to be what he wanted to hear, and already you feel his pace start to quicken.

“I’ve got you, baby girl. I’ll give you what you need,” he promises, pounding into you hard and fast, your legs pressed against his front, your feet on either side of his head. “You need a good hard fucking, don’t you Y/N?”

“YES!” you scream, feeling your orgasm rapidly approaching, nearly faint from the stimulation. “I need it, I need you, please!”

He reaches down to rub your clit in circles, and that, combined with the way he’s pounding you, has you shrieking as you come hard around his cock. He doesn’t slow his pace, and he doesn’t move his thumb away from your clit, working you through the first orgasm until you an incoherent mess.

“Terry!” you cry out, your voice getting high-pitched as the overstimulation drives you wild.

“What do you want, baby? Tell me,” he orders, his own breath coming fast as he approaches his own release.

“Come for me, please!” you wail, barely able to string two words together. “I want you to finish inside me! Fill me up, Terry, please!” The thought had always repulsed you before, but when it came to Terry you wanted every bit of him you could get.

He grips your thighs, holding you still as he slams into you, coming hard with a growl of your name as he fills you with his cum. You’re both spent, and he only has the energy to pull you off the stack of mats and onto the mats on the floor with him, the pile not being large enough for the both of you. You snuggle into his side, feeling immensely satisfied and absolutely filthy with what you’d just done. His arms tighten around you, and you think you could happily die in this moment. Nothing could possibly be better than this…

Tilting your head to look up at his face, you decide to as a question likely inappropriate for your current position.

“Hey Terry?”

“Yes, doll?”

“Can I have my book back?”

“You’ll get it back tomorrow.”

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[sarandipitywrites]

WIP folder tag

RULES: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

@i-can-even-burn-salad tagged me to share this - thank you! go check out her WIP list here. so come along, let's open up the closet and look at the skeletons (of all my unfinished/unstarted works). some of these actually have a lot written, and some are just *vibes* and nothing else.

i'll label any fanfiction as such, because it's. it's jak & daxter. it's all jak & daxter. so at least you'll know you're Asking About the Brainrot before you actually Ask About the Brainrot.

ok, here we go!

A Thousand Years

Across the Multiverse

Ambition is a Lonely Tower

Amongst the Fallen

Dead Roots, Dark Water (fanfiction)

Friend or Foe

Fuck you, Death

Future Story

Imaginary

Oh No 2 Electric Boogaloo (fanfiction)

The Art of Empty Space

The Space Between Stars

Vampires are Cute, Too

You Up? (fanfiction)

You Up? 2 (fanfiction)

i'm not tagging 15 people though lol. let's leave it at six: @kaiafosterwrites, @winterandwords, @sam-glade, @kaiusvnoir, @ember-writer, and @maxinegillespie (as always, no pressure), plus anyone else who wants to play!

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I was tagged by the lovely @flownwrong ❤️ I don’t usually get tagged in anything, this is exciting!!

3 ships you like: Fraser/RayK, Roy Kent/Jamie Tartt, Garak/Bashir. This took some thinking since I’ve had Finnish fandom brainrot for such a long time.

First ship ever: I’m a classic girlie, it was Kirk/Spock. Still love them so much.

Last song you heard: I’ve had Jane Birkin by Mika on a bit of a repeat. It’s seriously enchanting.

Favorite childhood book: I don’t remember its name but it’s a picture book about toys that have been forgotten or abandoned and they’re living inside a hollowed out tree stump. I had some good times looking at the details in the cross section drawing.

Currently reading: Under the North Star by Väinö Linna, national book of Finland no. 2. Reread number six or seven I think?

Currently watching: Alternating between my millionth rewatch of Bob’s Burgers and Deadloch. Love Deadloch, it’s so refreshing.

Currently consuming: Garlic bread 😋

Currently craving: World peace? Wouldn’t say no to some lychee boba either.

@flownwrong tagged everyone I know already 😂 @kelkkamonologi I’m tagging ya but imagine I’m doing it from my suomitumppu 😁

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Do you think you’ll ever come back to your tale as old as time series?

Hi anon!

I'm afraid to say that while I still like jonsa, I haven't found any real joy in writing them for a while now.

I spent some time in a different fandom, with every intention of coming back to jonsa, thinking the change would do me good, and it did in some ways, but time away has not really reignited that spark for me if I'm being honest.

There are two jonsa fics I'm planning on trying to finish within the coming six months (I'm giving myself plenty of time so I don't have to force it)

my post-season 8 AU and my vampire/reincarnation AU

and there would be no grand choirs to sing

clad in the light of a pole-star, piercing the darkness of time

(last moodboard was made by @palominojacoby)

tale as old as time

Wolfie Jon still has a special place in my heart, and his story is definitely one I one day wish to continue, but my original plan was for the series to eventually evolve into a full-blown Winds of Winter AU, and I don't think I can bring myself to spend the time, effort and energy that would require on this particular story. So until I find a way to continue/end this story in a more concise but equally satisfactory way, it's going to stay on the shelf.

For now, the Aemondsa brainrot has gotten to me, and that's the ship that sparks joy for me and has me completely deranged, so they are what I'm writing/spending time on now!

I'm currently writing a fic for them which still has a bit of jonsa and post-res Jon, so I'll add the link in case that's something you might be interested in!

burning through the bloodline

moodboard by @akarena

Thank you for the ask, anon! 💕